Dear Twilight,
I’m sorry about the cover letter. Shining insisted we needed to keep this as professional as possible. By the way, he says 'hi' and hopes you’re doing well. He’s been extremely busy lately and apologizes for not sending you a letter.
My hand hurts from writing that report to you, so I’ll keep this short.
I couldn’t decide how to write it, and since I’m used to you dictating your thoughts, I did the same. It’s somewhere between a narrative and if I were to just tell you the story verbally. Hopefully, you don’t find it too bothersome.
Your last letter seemed to trail off on a tangent regarding my growth, but I can’t tell you much more than the report itself will explain. When this war is over, we can research the phenomenon all you want. Until then, don’t worry about it; I don’t feel any different when I think about it.
Regarding my situation here at the Crystal Empire, the brass finally decided to let me fight again. Don’t get me wrong, staying up north helped me immensely, but I can’t protect you from there. I’ll be moving southwest, where the diamond dogs are digging into populated areas.
From field reports, they are a lot more organized than when Rarity dealt with them all that time ago. I’m not worried, though. They’re tough, but they’re stupid. I’m sure we can deal with them easily enough, just as long as we whine, right? Hah!
Anyway, a group is headed up here to bolster the Empire’s forces. We haven’t had problems yet, but it’s only a matter of time before the griffons find a weak point in the north and push. I heard Big Mac is in the reinforcements, so I’m happy to say he’s still kicking. If Applejack hasn’t heard anything, tell her.
Well, I better get packed and ready to go. I’ll write again.
-Spike